Mystery Spot, part two
For the first thirty Tuesdays, it's great. A guy really gets to exercise his creative muscles thinking up new ways for another guy to bite it. (So far, his favorite's the falling piano. It's a classic for a reason.)
For the next thirty? Not quite as fun, but all he's gotta do to get his spark back is think of that stake Dean-o was waving around in Ohio like he was compensating for something, and that brings all the joy right back. Tuesday number fifty-six even features a stake through the heart, just for that extra special bit of karmic retribution.
Count another forty after that, though, and it starts getting kind of dull. He's even getting sick of the maple syrup he's been pouring over his pancakes for the last hundred days, and when that happens, you know it's bad. He gets lazy. He gets complacent, at least enough to think nobody's gonna notice if, just once, he switches out the maple syrup for strawberry.
Turns out Sam's smarter than he gave him credit for. When they catch up with him and threaten to pull a vampire slayer on his neck if he doesn't take them forward to Wednesday...well, what can a guy do?
He takes them to Wednesday.
And when Dean still dies, and Wednesday becomes Thursday becomes Friday, nobody can say he didn't follow orders and do exactly as he was told.
It gets even more boring after that.
He goes back to the usual, hitching around the country, doing the mayhem he does best, keeping an ear to the ground to swerve away from Sam when he needs swerving. But after a while, even keeping a step ahead of that boy and his toys feels like more trouble than it's worth. Whatever he was going for here, it's not gonna work without another push out of the new rut Sam's been digging. Just a small one.
Just one like snapping his fingers and releasing the Milliways side of the trick, to let doors start appearing and let time run like business as usual over there.
He'll whip up something more obvious if this doesn't work. In the meantime, it's up to Sam to figure it out.
It always has been, right from the start.
For the next thirty? Not quite as fun, but all he's gotta do to get his spark back is think of that stake Dean-o was waving around in Ohio like he was compensating for something, and that brings all the joy right back. Tuesday number fifty-six even features a stake through the heart, just for that extra special bit of karmic retribution.
Count another forty after that, though, and it starts getting kind of dull. He's even getting sick of the maple syrup he's been pouring over his pancakes for the last hundred days, and when that happens, you know it's bad. He gets lazy. He gets complacent, at least enough to think nobody's gonna notice if, just once, he switches out the maple syrup for strawberry.
Turns out Sam's smarter than he gave him credit for. When they catch up with him and threaten to pull a vampire slayer on his neck if he doesn't take them forward to Wednesday...well, what can a guy do?
He takes them to Wednesday.
And when Dean still dies, and Wednesday becomes Thursday becomes Friday, nobody can say he didn't follow orders and do exactly as he was told.
It gets even more boring after that.
He goes back to the usual, hitching around the country, doing the mayhem he does best, keeping an ear to the ground to swerve away from Sam when he needs swerving. But after a while, even keeping a step ahead of that boy and his toys feels like more trouble than it's worth. Whatever he was going for here, it's not gonna work without another push out of the new rut Sam's been digging. Just a small one.
Just one like snapping his fingers and releasing the Milliways side of the trick, to let doors start appearing and let time run like business as usual over there.
He'll whip up something more obvious if this doesn't work. In the meantime, it's up to Sam to figure it out.
It always has been, right from the start.